Disappearance is never quite as simple as
a one line poem...
This poem goes out to Amanda Todd, a 15 year old...
I felt breathless,
when she kissed my lips...
Rain.
Why did it rain that day...
I think this is our last dance
I hope it is magical...
Why blink, this second's over
End of days is near...
The woman sits quietly at the table,
Looking at the girl across in shame...
The rain falls from the sky,
Like the tears that fall from my eyes...
That Tragic Day
I remember it like it was yesterday...
To: Bunk, I miss you!!
A salty tear...
Floating so gracefully
peace within my soul...
A drunk man in an Oldsmobile
They said had run the light...